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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Mon Jan 09, 2006 9:45 pm

Zhelir stretched out to his body's full extent within the pilot's chair of the Leviathan. He glanced over at Daedalus, who was just finishing up his work on the ship's comm system.

"That shit gunna work?" He shot at his partner, pulling a cigarette out of his shirt pocket.

"It'll work better'n you did back on L4." He replied, scanning over to make sure the work was genuine.

Zhelir paused for a moment to light the cigarette with his old black and gold lighter before replying. "Go fuck yourself." He replied, though there was no trace of animosity in his voice. Day chuckled, and tapped a few keys on a pannel to his left.

"About thirty seconds, and you're on." The younger man paused a moment, then added, "How do you know Winson's boys won't come, too?"

"Because, while that fucker ain't the brightest to ever run a colony, he's smart enough to know how much fuckin' damage his fleet'd take before takin' us out. Not worth the expense, not right now." Zhelir replied with a savage grin, slowly exhaling a cloud of smoke. Day returned the grin, before jerking his head toward the forward view screen, where a small green "5" had appeared.

Zhelir waited a half second after the five had become a zero, before speaking, his voice hurled to the corners of their little pocket of space via MO-V's broadcaster.

"People of... well... space. Three years ago, a great man died. Most of you remember this man. His name was Kaden, codenamed Wind. He died in the fight against the Colonies' oppression, an oppression I will admit him, myself, and our fallen commrade, Kiyoshi, once aided in. Me and my humble crew think three years is plenty long enough. Today is the first day of the revival of his goal.

"We have no intentions of acting on Earth, so long as Earth in turns leaves us be. Our intentions lie in erradicating the new parasites that have infested the colonies. Our colonies. Today is the first day of the end of said parasites.

"If you wish to join in this movement, I invite you to come to the rogue colony, MO-V. Come as you wish, when you wish. We'll be here."

Zhelir paused a moment to exhale another cloud of smoke, his black and gold }{G lighter shimmering in the frame lights of the ship's main screen.

"}{G's recruitin'." He finished off, before reaching up to kill the connection.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Tue Jan 10, 2006 10:45 pm

Three years ago, a leader of vast political power mysteriously disappeared. Many assumed he had been secretly assassinated by an underground cult or by the then hostile Earth militant factions. Others believed he had committed suicide in space. Generally the colonies were happier without the iron-fisted man who seemed hell bent on war. Fates that separated long ago were about to intertwine once again.

A small unmarked white pod had been drifting through space far outside the five major colonies. The pod was barely large enough to hold a mobile suit and a crew of maybe five, but moved very quickly. Even more unusual, the white pod was practically an antique by today's standards and had been out of commission for over a year. After weeks of travel from a distant location, fuel reserves were running low. By now their destination was close as the large asteroid came into view as a small spec in the distance. It was at this point that the tiny ship finally ran out of fuel and the engines cut off. The ship would run on it's gained velocity alone and make minor adjustments using hydraulic thrusters. The occupants inside were desperate, and they hoped they could find some sanctuary before it was too late, but if met with hostility...They wern't ready to die.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Tue Jan 10, 2006 10:53 pm

Zhelir tensed up a little in his chair as he spotted a small craft on radar. His eyes travelled over the readings for the ship, and he let out a soft sight. "Fuckin' thing must be half a decade old..." he muttered, reaching for the comm system to his right.

"Welcome to the party, amigo. The gates're open to ya, but I have to ask, are ya hear to join the fun, or just stoppin' through?"

He released the switch and gazed at the forward view screen, now showing a display of the shuttle through one of the colony's cameras. Tersan, Rick, and Daedalus were all outboard, rigging a series of quick-release cables and power feeds to the Leviathan, giving the cockpit more full control over the colony, turning the vast shuttle into a sort of mobile command center. He exhaled a large cloud of smoke. The shuttle looked way too pristine for something as old as its readings marked.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Tue Jan 10, 2006 11:13 pm

He heard the transmission ring through the cockpit. He felt a great sense of relief to feel like he was finally reaching some sort of civilization now after so long. He pulled on his black cloak and drew the hood over his head. He didn't want to be identified until he had some place he could feel safe. He then returned a brief video feed to same frequency he was contacted at.
"I'm not sure what I'll be doing here just yet. I heard turmoil in the colonies, I thought this would be my... Best chance of survival."
The entire time he looked away from the screen to avoid having any light reflect and illuminate his hidden face.
"Right now we seek shelter... And some food. I have some large luggage that I would like to store somewhere safe aswell."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Tue Jan 10, 2006 11:24 pm

Zhelir gazed at the screen as the man responded, finding the hood he wore curious and almost familiar. He straightened up and snuffed his cigarette when the man finished his response."If you're from the colonies and ya seek shelter, there's no where safer for ya than here. And as for that 'storage,' if my guess is right as to its nature, this colony has plenty of bays, as well as a few very well protected ones right here in the Leviathan." He paused a moment, then added, "That's my ship, 'course."

He pulled another cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit it. He exhaled a smoke ring before continuing.
"At an'rate, I've got the colony hardwired into the ship -- when me and my companions were last here, I was in their comm tower, I know the computers relatively well. What order is left of the people here don't seem to mind. My point is, the asteroids' defenses are locked in here, and I ain't gunna shoot ya down, so drag that old piece of shit in here, maybe we could fix it up, or get ya a new one. By the way, name's Darkfall -- Zhelir darkfall.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Tue Jan 10, 2006 11:41 pm

He listened intently and was immediately pleased to find a friendly invite. Even as he continued to speak, he was giving his crew members orders head towards the open receiving bay that awaited them. The hydraulic thrusters were all that they had to minipulate direction, but it was enough considering the gate was in almost direct alignment with them. The shuttle was following a direct path to the gate.
""By the way, name's Darkfall -- Zhelir darkfall.""
As soon as he heard those words, his head shot in the direction of the screen. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. He quickly tore back his hood and pulled himself closer to the video feed.
"Zhelir!? You're still alive! It's me, Gen... I mean, Sinful! Hey, I don't have any fuel left so I won't be able to fire my reverse thrusters to slow my entry. I'm gonna have to scrape your floor a bit. And yeah, my cargo is gonna need some safe keeping.. We'll catch up later."
He pushed himself back into his seat and buckled himself in as his ship moved ever closer to the bay.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Wed Jan 11, 2006 4:26 pm

Zhelir grinned at his old commander, though inside a mix of thoughts blew through his mind. "Gotcha, Zhelir out." He reached forward and killed the connection, before dropping back and lighting up yet another cancer stick. What question to ask first? Where the hell ya been? What the hell ya been doin'? Why the hell don't ya want me dead?

The third was answerable enough. Zhelir, Kiyoshi and Derek had all seen the error of their ways, and Sinful was a more reasonable man then all of them, except perhaps Kiyoshi. It was entirely plausible that his old boss and older friend had seen the light, as well. At any rate, questions would be answered in due time. At that moment, the inner hatch popped open, and a ruffled-looking Daedalus climbed through.


"Got the shit all hooked up. Just keep in mind, those quick releases are more of quick-tears. The first time we have to rip out of here without detatching, all that shit is gunna need replacing."
The younger of the two, though he was lecturing, looked rather proud of the work he'd done. Zhelir chuckled, and couldn't begin to imagine the smug look on Rick's face when he next saw him.

"Got it. Just got 'hold of Sinful -- yeah, that one"
he added, spotting his partner's astonished look, "He'll be comin' in shortly. Best put on your greetin' hat."

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The shuttle approached the dock at a high velocity. The four hydraulic thrusters in the nose of the ship were firing steadily and simultaneously to help slow the ship as much as possible. The pilot had set the ship to land lower than usual - the idea was the land the belly of the ship on the hanger floor and slide across. The friction would hopefully be enough to prevent them from crashing into the wall at the other end. Within a few moments, the ship had already entered into the bay and was skidding it's way across the center of the hanger bay. He let out a small grunt just as the first impact rocked the shuttle. Sparks flew from the grinding metal that would have almost certainly meant death if there was any fuel left in the engines. Fortunately the antique of a shuttle managed to stay together during the whole ordeal until it finally came to a stop near the opposite end of the bay.

After allowing a few moments to pass to ensure the ship was stable, he and the crew unbuckled and wearily pulled themselves out of their seats. The four crew members immediately went to a large metal case that looked like an oversized tool box. Inside were four rifles a 4 extra magazines neatly placed in rows. Each crew member grabbed one rifle and one magazine. Afterwhich they pushed open the door. All four crew members hopped out of the ship in single file and formed a semi circle around the door. The crew didn't dress as military personnel and carried no visible sign of affiliation towards a faction. The only noticeable marks on their pure white clothes was a single red cross on the right shoulder. A few seconds later, one of the crew members waved towards the door. Sinful emerged from the door and dropped his body to the ground. Normally this wouldn't have been much of a problem, but as soon as he landed his left knee buckled forcing that leg to fall. He grimaced slightly glaring down towards his knee in pain. One of the four crew members slowly helped him back to his feet, but once back up, Sinful roughly pushed the man away. The five of them headed towards the only visible exit door, two crew men leading, two more staying behind Sinful. Sinful took one quick look back towards the ship then continued down the hallway cautiously, unsure of which way to go.

"We'll wait here until I find out where Zhelir is. I don't trust any of these other people... Keep your guard up."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Thu Jan 12, 2006 7:14 pm

Zhelir marched toward the exit of the shuttle, roughly stuffing the two Casulls into their respective holsters. He lifted his }{G jacket from the copilot's chair and slung it around his form, speaking in a relatively loud voice, to be sure all of his crew picked up on it.

"Ya'll stay here. I think it's best if I meet 'im by myself first, I'll introduce ya later." He headed off down to the end of the dock, out into the hallway. He intended to head to the dock in which Sinful's shuttle had made such an ungraceful landing. He caught a few glimpses of the people moving around the inside of the docking area -- they were surprisingly well organized for people who'd been rogue for over three years -- and was pleased to see looks of curiosity and one or two that he could've taken for respect; clearly, some of them remembered their last visit. }{G had liberated them from a loose band of terrorists, and he hoped they'd remember that in the days to come.

He pulled a cigarette out of his inner shirt pocket and placed it between his lips, lighting the tip with his }{G lighter. He'd barely repocketed it when the door to Sinful's bay slipped open, and out stepped two members in white uniforms, followed by Sinful himself.


"So, where the fuck ya been?

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Thu Jan 12, 2006 9:36 pm

The white dressed crew members instantly took hostility to anyone who approached. They raised their guns towards Zhelir as he approached the band. As they did, Sinful lightly smacked one upon the left ear with the back of his right hand. It was a half hearted attempt due to his lack of strength, but tried to hide his weakness as much as he could. The crew members dropped their aim towards the ground and seperated enough to allow full view of Sinful's body. Sinful took a few small steps forward as professionally as he could before he replied.
"Let's just say that I was sleeping. Before I forget, I need to make sure my cargo in that ship gets somewhere safe. There's only one thing in the holding bay, and trust me you can't miss it. Say.. I havn't had a decent meal in three years. Do you have any chicken around here? Do they still make Mountain Dews? A few of those would be great... Or maybe so--"
He quickly cut himself off as he realized he was about to ramble. He cleared his throat and moved to more serious matters that suited someone of his background.
"I mean... So how are the Colonies doing? Has Earth surrendered yet?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Thu Jan 12, 2006 10:07 pm

Zhelir shook his head, brushing a hand back to his hip as he did so, casually revealing one of the two massive pistols he wore in the process, for the bodyguard's benefit. He gave a "hell should I know" jerk of his hand and replied, "Not a fuckin' clue how Earth's doin'. I've been out of the loop for the last two and a half years. All I know on the colonies is that for one, some prick named Winson has taken over L03 and L04, and was moving onto L05 when I headed here." He paused to take a drag on his cigarette, before exhaling a smoke ring and continuing, "And for another, the guy is out of his fuckin' mind. Me an' my crew recently had a little trip there, I tried to take him out. Fucker hit the colony with a goddamn beam cannon."

Zhelir shook his head, taking another drag and exhaling a larger yet smoke ring.
"At any rate, fuck that shit for now. They still make Dew, and I'll be damned if a rogue colony doesn't have a KFC somewhere 'round here. Let's get you fed and we can catch up after that." He stepped back as he said this, jerking his thumb towards the entrance/exit to the docking area.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Thu Jan 12, 2006 10:24 pm

A slightly depressed look crossed his face. He had hoped to see the Colonies is much better shape than this.
"I see... That's a bit of a shame."
He looked around a bit as if evaluating his surroundings as his once-natural senses from experience came back to him slowly.
"This looks like a standard space bay. Judging by the design there should be a monitoring station down this hall to the left."
Sinful looked towards the hall he was referring to.
"And where there are employees, there is food. I'm sure there's a small kitchen up there. I don't need anything fancy right now, there's work to be done. We'll go in there and grab whatever I see in the fridge. Let's just say you owe my crew and I a meal at KFC later."
Sinful looked towards Zhelir noticing a smug grin and a delayed nod. With this, Sinful returned a brief smile and headed towards where his intuition led him.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Thu Jan 12, 2006 11:14 pm

Zhelir nodded, following after his old boss and older friend. He pulled the }{G comm from his belt and clicked it on. "Day, Rick, meet me up in the staff kitchen. Tersan, stick back and watch the ship; don't want you to wet yourself over meetin' Sinful." Zhelir has just enough time to catch the first half of the word "fuck" before he click off the com.

Upon entering the kitchen, he headed for the fridge, and grabbed a beer. He gave a mock shake of the head and even more mocking comment,
"Tsk tsk, drinkin' on the job. Maybe they're not as tight-assed as I thought." He gave enough chuckle, and sat down at a minute table. "So, I suppose we ought to start with, why don't you want me dead for succeeding?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby SinfulSoul on Fri Jan 13, 2006 12:59 am

He was relieved at the sight of a fridge and immediately pried the fridge back open after Zhelir closed it. He scanned the fridge briefly, finally finding his prize. He quickly snatched a can of Mountain Dew, snapped it open, and took several satisfying gulps. He then peered back into the fridge and saw a chicken sandwich, obviously made with love and affection from some staff worker's wife. "Perfect" he thought. He grabbed the sandwich and sat down across from Zhelir while his four crewmen had their pick at the fridge.
"Succeeding? What the fuck are you talking about!? Looks like you failed to me. When I left here, the only political power worth considering in space was me, and I laid claim to anything that existed out here. Now it looks like the only thing that those who began with me have left is this ole' rock from what you've told me. And some other group has taken over L3 and 4? Maybe even L5 by now.. And the hell if anyone up here knows what the fuck is going on down on Earth..."
While he was talking, he made little eye contact with Zhelir. Most of his time was spent in unwrapping the sandwich and between sentences he would take a sip from his Mountain Dew. He then took a bite from his sandwich allowing a pause between the conversation.
"The way I see it, I should kill you for not succeeding. We'll call it even, I spare your life, you spared mine. I know I'd've died soon if I hadn't gotten this Mountain Dew."
He took a moment to stare at Zhelir seriously for a moment, or at least as seriously as he could while chewing on a huge chunk of his stolen sandwich. After he had swallowed the piece he was chewing on, he continued.
"What kind of power do we have left? Kaden? Kiyoshi? }{G? Where have our allies gone? Where has my space empire gone!?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Fri Jan 13, 2006 12:14 pm

Kaden? Dead. Died taking down one of the previous threats to space. He paused a moment, taking a sizeable swig from the beer he'd recently opened. He continued, "Kiyoshi? Dead, though mayhap not as dead as Kaden, so to speak. I've seen Kaden's body, I was there for its burial. Kiyoshi and I parted ways, and he died. Me an' Day, who'll be here shortly, are all that's left of }{G. Your space empire died when the three of us moved out of the colonies to try to make peace on all fronts. That's why I'm not so ignorant as to try it again. I figure after after all Earth's done to us, the fuckers can handle their own problems. I only want the colonies brought to peace." He rounded off by downing the rest of the beer and lobbing it over his shoulder. The minute tinkle of shattered glass sounded as it hit a wall, but Zhelir made no move to clean it up.

Instead, he leaned the chair back onto two legs, gazing pencievely at the table. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't believe he'd been so stupid as to try to bring peace to Earth as well. Then again, there was a lot he couldn't believe he'd been so stupid as to do. He looked up to Sinful, his face neutral.
"As for my success, I 'pologize. I mispronounce shit sometimes. I ment our secession. Why you're not ready to pull my head off my shoulders for leaving L04."

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He placed what remained of his sandwich on the table in front of him as Zhelir said the word "dead." He clenched his eyes closed in grievance as Zhelir went on. Each word after wards feeling like a blow to his heart. Then news of Kiyoshi bringing him more grief. It was obvious now how easily the empire had fallen. Even before he realized what he was doing, he was already planning thoughts of revenge as per is old train of thought. His thoughts were interrupted with Zhelir's next line.
""Why you're not ready to pull my head off my shoulders for leaving L04.""
He raised eyes to stare at Zhelir for a few brief moments as if debating the thought.
"It would probably make me feel better, but it wouldn't serve any beneficial purpose. Under my rule, many ignorant people believed I murdered mercilessly without just cause. I refute that accusation, as I feel murder is only acceptable when it is necessary and provides direct benefit. Though I am disappointed that you did not hold the L4 colony, punishing you with death will not solve the problem. I'll be blunt. I'm going to need help organizing the colony again, and it seems the few people I could trust are no longer around...Except maybe you. I assume you've still got that monster of a suit hanging around somewhere, right? If you haven't become as slow as your grand mother, you should still be able to prove useful. I'm going to need some sort of militant force if I'm going to be recognized again as a power in space."
He picked up his sandwich again and took another bite. He spent a few moments savoring the taste, took a sip from his Mountain Dew, and then continued on.
"If there is going to be peace in space, the colonies need to be unified... It may be possible to form peace with the rivaling factions in space, but if there are multiple powers in space, due to human nature is only a matter of time before they quarrel again. It is imperitive that they fall under one single rule."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Fri Jan 13, 2006 10:58 pm

Zhelir pulled a smoke from his inner pocket, lighting it in a blurr of motion. "More like exterminated. These fuckers just fade into the background until they get a chance to take control; they never really unite.

"As for a pocket military, I got ya covered. I pulled the Leviathan out of the snow right about the time of Kaden's... passin' on."
He paused a moment, to take a deep drag. "The Merc' is inside, but Rick pilots're now. That's my mechanic, and a better flier than me -- shit, he's the one who rebuilt the thing. I pilot the Leviathan, and Tersan -- he was the head of the Taurus team that came with me to hunt down that Aarkon fella' -- pilots a modified Taurus suit. Leviathan's got room for four more, three including your suit."

At this, he paused, trying to recall what kind of suit Sinful had had, and failing.
"What the hell's in there, anyway?"

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Sinful nodded lightly as he was fed the information on their situation.
"I use that Serpent model made by the OZ corps back in the day, slightly modified of course. It's got quite a bit of fire power so it serves me well. It's the same model I took down with me when I went to Earth.

It seems we have a decent arsenal to prove a threat. I'd say we should strike immediately and use the element of surprise, but I suppose the more practical approach would be peace talks. This new faction or group or whatever it is they call themselves, are they peaceful people? Peace talks may be futile, and I've been deprived of appeasing my blood lust for a long time. Ruling by fear has always proved to be an effective method of peaceful control as taught by history. We could always strike quick and heavy to instill this sense of fear into the minds of the people."

The crew members had finally finished their meals by now and were mildly eavesdropping on the conversation, though it was difficult not to eavesdrop considering their close proximity. Sinful had also finished his sandwich and took a final gulp on what was left of his Mountain Dew.
"What do you think? Do we have the fire power for war?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby FutureKiyoshi on Sun Jan 15, 2006 7:00 pm

A message from the Vanguard Prime was sent to the MO-V's main communication's station.

Han - This is Captain Han Richards, leader of the Vanguard Prime. From what I understand the }{G has once again taken residence on the asteroid colony of MO-V. While I'm glad to hear such a name returning to the forefront of this continuing conflict, I am sad to say I am not contacting you with good news. It would appear that the tyrannical leader of the FRE Faction. Lord Raphael Winson, is bringing in a large solar cannon from an old outpost of rebel colonial citizens from around AC 195. Your former leader Cloud Strife originally brought this weapon down during that war, however, it is possible that the FRE Faction have repaired it and are bringing it into the airspace of the L4 Colony Cluster. In that area, the FRE Faction will be able to attack anyone. You should all be on high alert. I do not think the Trinity Alliance will be able to combat such a threat.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Tue Jan 17, 2006 9:28 pm

Zhelir was about to speak up in regards to the message, when the door to the room flew open. Within it appeared the massive form of Day, panting slightly but otherwise fine.

"Did you hear!?"
He barked, paying little regard to the man sitting opposite Zhelir. His voice spoke of distress and outrage.

"Yeah, I heard. That's why I was gunna suggest we head over to L04 for a little revisittin' of our own."


"There's an Aries assaultin' it, too. Rick hit me on the way up and said he was pickin' it up on the long range. If there's a time to jump 'em, it's now."

Zhelir turned back to his old Boss, disregarding introductions for now. He raised his eyebrows, clearly questioning the man's thoughts on the idea.

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